So year by year, goat turd by goat turd, rotted weed by rotted weed, we have been amending the - ahem - earth. The bulk of it comes from the backside of various livestock here on the farm and yesterday Mrs. Melman (and her asshat of a sidekick, Nugget) finally got to help out:
Paul took the tractor up to the mule barn and scraped up their "potty area". There were three piles of wasted hay & poop and he scooped up the oldest ones and dumped them into the back of the truck. I was ecstatic. Every time he dumped another tractor bucket into the bed I got chills up my spine. I can see the above pile outside my bedroom window and I've been standing there with my elbows on the windowsill and sighing a deep, long sigh.
It started raining before I could get any of that black gold into the garden, but that's ok. I still have to decide what lucky plants or areas will get this blessing from the back end of a mule.
|Ms. Melman says feed me more and I'll|
gladly provide you with pre-compost material.